“Sister-in-law Lan Ying, you don’t know, this donkey is a stubborn one. If you don’t be serious with it, it won’t listen to you.”

Lu Fangfang smiled and replied, then got back to work.

Holding a piece of wood, she nailed it down directly.

She made a donkey cart to haul some crops from the wasteland; it didn't need to be too big.

...

That evening, after dinner, Lu Fangfang took a needle and thread and began sewing clothes in the outer room.

She had another piece of cloth at home, and she planned to make a long gown for her husband.

When it was ten o'clock and Zhuang Mingcheng still hadn't returned, she yawned and prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

Not only was Zhuang Mingcheng absent today, but Xiao Hua and the little Tibetan fox were also gone. She could only hug her blanket and fall asleep alone.

For three consecutive days, Zhuang Mingcheng, Xiao Hua, and Xiao Zanghu did not appear in the group, let alone go home.

Lu Fangfang gradually became impatient.

These past few days, teams have been coming and going every day, and the tense atmosphere has spread throughout the entire group.

Even the most oblivious person would know that something must have happened.

In the family compound, even the women who usually had nothing to do stopped chatting and started asking around about what was going on.

Lu Fangfang knew, but she didn't reveal anything.

Seeing that her husband hadn't returned for three days, she started to get impatient.

She went to Sister Shufen's house in the back; she originally wanted to find Xiao Aiguo and ask him for some information.

But when she arrived, she learned that Xiao Aiguo had been staying at the regiment for the past two days and was too busy to come back at all.

She tried to calm herself down and decided to wait a little longer.